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Christmas Bells: Poems for the Holidays

Hey everyone!  The snow is starting to fall, the last of the Thanksgiving leftovers have been eaten, and people are hanging lights and baking Christmas cookies.  The temperature is dropping, and fireplaces are crackling.  Christmas is known as the most wonderful time of the year, and what could be better than topping all the festivities with a merry collection of poems?  I hope this cheerful compilation of poems, from other poets and some authored by myself, helps you get into the holiday spirit!


Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost


Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.


My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.


He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.


The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.


Christmas Bells by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


“I heard the bells on Christmas Day

Their old familiar carols play,

And wild and sweet

The words repeat

Of peace on earth, good-will to men!


And thought how, as the day had come,

The belfries of all Christendom

Had rolled along

The unbroken song

Of peace on earth, good-will to men!


Till, ringing, singing on its way,

The world revolved from night to day,

A voice, a chime

A chant sublime

Of peace on earth, good-will to men!


Then from each black accursed mouth

The cannon thundered in the South,

And with the sound

The carols drowned

Of peace on earth, good-will to men!


It was as if an earthquake rent

The hearth-stones of a continent,

And made forlorn

The households born

Of peace on earth, good-will to men!


And in despair I bowed my head;

“There is no peace on earth,” I said;

“For hate is strong,

And mocks the song

Of peace on earth, good-will to men!”


Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:

“God is not dead; nor doth he sleep!

The Wrong shall fail,

The Right prevail,

With peace on earth, good-will to men!”

Christmas Morn by Claire Nixon


Cold frosty mornings
Ice on window pain
Huddle under coats
keep the warmth in
Tiptoe down the stairs
all quiet and hushed
barge through the door
to see what’s waiting for us.
A Christmas tree sparkling,
multi coloured lights,
large shiny baubles, and
an angel smiling with delight.
Paper chains, garlands
bells, stars and balloons
dangling from the ceiling.
Pine from the tree,
fresh cooked bread, cakes,
jam tarts and scones,
these are the scents waiting for us.
A coal fire burning
warmth is in our hearts
singing along to carols
on this cold and frosty morning.
This day may not be THE day,
but it is deep down in our hearts.


Snowman by Shel Silverstein


Twas the first day of springtime,
And the snowman stood alone
As the winter snows were melting
And the pine trees seemed to groan,
“Ah, you poor sad smiling snowman,
You’ll be melting by and by.”
Said the snowman,” What a pity,
For I’d like to see July.
Yes, I’d like to see July, and please don’t ask me why.
But I’d like to, yes I’d like to, oh I’d like to see July.
Chirped a robin just arriving,
“Seasons come come and seasons go,
And the greatest ice crumble
When it’s flowers’ time to grow.
And as one thing is beginning
So another thing must die,
And there’s never been a snowman
Who has ever seen July.
No, they never see July, no matter how they try.
No, they never ever, never ever, never see July.”
But the snowman sniffed his carrot nose
And said, “At least I’ll try,”
And he bravely smiled his frosty smile
And blinked his coal black eye.
And there he stood and faced the sun
A blazin’ from the sky—
And I really cannot tell you
If he ever saw July.
Did he ever see July? You can guess as well as I
If he ever, if he never, if he ever saw July.

Here are a couple poems that I wrote myself!  I hope you like them!


A Pine Tree by Emma Grob











Snowflakes Falling Onto Window Panes by Emma Grob


Snowflakes falling onto window panes

A soft wind picking up the snow

Moonlight shining off a white blanket

On a crystal silent night.

Stars twinkling serenely above

Hibernation is underway

Not a soul about the woods

To watch the ground fill up with snow.

Children sleeping in their beds

People huddled around a fireplace

A cat sleeping against the grate

A Christmas tree lit against the dark window.

The ground outside is sparkling

Like a thousand tiny diamonds

Not a single footprint disturbs

The perfect sheet of snow.


This time of year, nothing is more poetic than a winter wonderland.  I hope you all stay warm and have a very blessed Christmas!



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History Cooperative. Accessed November 21, 2018.


  1. Great work! I just love Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost. It may be one of my favorite poems.